Going beyond routine poutine cuisine

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Blog Guy, since Canada just hosted the world leaders and spent a fortune to present a good face to the world, I was wondering if they used the opportunity to promote that popular Canadian dish you’ve written about?

You mean poutine, the dish consisting of french fries covered in cheese curds and gravy ,which they eat in Canada and almost nowhere else.

Yes, I’m sure they fed it to the assembled leaders, probably by force. But what you need to understand is, this can be a very sophisticated dish.

Apart from routine poutine, there are many variations. For instance, you can go vegetarian with green poutine, or low-calorie with lean poutine.

There is also a soup version, served in a poutine tureen, and there’s that frozen microwave version for home use, the Jimmy Dean Poutine.

And for cocktail enthusiasts, many Canadian martini bars serve the poutini, a concoction of beef-flavored vodka, gravy schnapps and Irish potato liqueur, garnished with a piece of beef gristle.

Ewwwwwwwww. They really drink that?

Well, drink may not be the right word. It’s pretty thick, so there’s some chewing involved...

Of course this is the staple in the Canadian Navy, and there is a special liking for the submarine poutine.
The army guys aren’t so fond of their pork ‘n beans poutine.
With the move to enviromental friendliness, there is even a green poutine.

In a lush open meadow with a gentle breeze that barely rustles a leaf, the birds chirp and the squirrels forage for food. A springtime sun shines down upon two lovers enjoying a picnic. A few billowy clouds are the only interuption to a vast blue sky. The atmosphere is perfectly serene to eat some poutine.

I understand that poutine is catching on in England, since the Royal Family has tried it. They like it with a citrus flavor during Eastertide with musical accompaniment. It’s called the Queen’s Jelly Bean Tambourine Tangerine Poutine.

Cheese Louise, Mr. B! Why are you so often “poutine” Canada down? We don’t critize your people’s ketchup fetish, vile as it is and reminiscent of blood sport carnage and cannibalism. Up here, we’re nice. So can’t we just all get along?